Morning Poem

Friday, October 21, 2011

things wind up as they are
spread system wide
eyes sunny bright cat or owl like moon
cleavage smartly
however these guys here
never speak interestingly instead
deck, out there, sanding the deck
in the weekend
it’s a passion I guess
minute spec hidden gem
tarnations! transactions
the transgendered magazines
on the rack
that man has a nice rack
are you sure as sunlight?
mistook the hidden identity of
a strong right hook
a shame has a face to hide
the color of pride
the color purple
the blood on the emerald
red bookmarked sparrow pocked
glistening
bud in pipe
happy please

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